—I go on a hiatus and you all forget me.
—I’ve been trying and trying to stay positive and keep my head held high. I’ve been trying to put on a brave face but things have been going downhill rapidly with my job. We’ve had some snags along the road in the last year but at the same time we’ve always rebounded - this time however, I’m not so sure.
So I don’t clog up everyone’s dash I’ll put everything else under the cut.
Decides she should probably get up…..eventually.
–– ‘I love it.’
Glancing towards the hand with the ring on, he lifted it slightly, and then kissed her palm. The day was still young and he felt fantastic. This woman was amazing, beautiful and just perfect. She knew exactly what he required, and she knew exactly how to make a day he hated become a day he liked.
Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad if he had someone to celebrate it with. And he hoped there would be more days like this. They didn’t need a labelled day in order to remind themselves they loved each other. Clearly Valentine’s Day put Rangiku in a particularly happy mood; it was a mood he had come to adore. However, he made a mental note to make at least most of her days like Valentine’s Day.
Because the smile she was wearing now – it was a smile men would die for. Any man (or woman!) would want to be smiled at the way Rangiku smiled at him, and he smiled too. Her joy easily flowed inside him, her happiness was his own happiness. Today had been perfect. She, his love, his heart, his everything, had made today perfect.
His life was complete; better that he had allowed her in.
'I promise,' he whispered, kissing her cheek. 'I promise I'll play that violin until my dying day.' Tōshirō kissed her lips, then rested his forehead against hers. 'As long as you promise to stay by my side.'
There it was, the verbalization that she had done well and bought the right gift. Yes, it was silly to worry about since she knew Toshiro to appreciate anything she got him but still - she loved seeing joy in his eyes. Everything about today had been perfect and it was only just beginning. Honestly, she wished to just stay in his arms all day, drink tea, laugh, smile, talk, whatever happened - that would be the icing to this cake.
"I so swear Toshiro. I will be by your side as both your Fukutaichou and your lover. I will remain true to you and love more everyday." If that wasn’t a declaration of undying love she wasn’t sure what was.
She caught a glance of her ring, shimmering so brightly in the bright sun and smiled. She wasn’t sure she’d ever take it off, it was too perfect, her constant reminder of the man who loved her and her treasure. He was her everything, her world, her love and her life.
"Will you play tonight?" She questioned, her train of thought going back to the gift she had given him. "For me?"
–– Overdecorated with ribbons, Tōshirō hadn’t a clue what could be inside it. Probably something bizarre. Maybe some new clothes. She was also going on about how he had so little, and the ones he owned were now getting too old, or too “out of style”. To be honest, if they added anymore clothes to their shared wardrobe, there wouldn’t any room, considering Rangiku stuffed the entire wardrobe with her stuff.
Tōshirō took his time in unwrapping. Removing each ribbon individually, he then folded away at the paper, and stopped halfway. He already realised what it was. Unsure how to feel, he continued unwrapping, and then carefully picked up the case. It was a beautiful pure, white colour, his initials engraved in fancy, golden lettering on the side. Speechless, he placed it back onto the desk and opened the locks, before pulling open the lid.
Inside was gorgeous. Smooth, soft fabric, perfect for keeping his violin protected. He was certain he could drop this case from quite a way up, and the case wouldn’t be damaged, let alone the violin.
He didn’t know what to say. How on earth was this silly? Tōshirō couldn’t believe she had even thought about his violin. She probably would have noticed him playing it in the early and late hours, but to actually buy him a case. His one at home was old and no longer intact.
Tōshirō was never great with words. Instead of thanking her, he brought his arms around her waist, kissed her hard, and spun her around. It was perfect; he couldn’t ask for anything more.
Lowering her down to her feet, he embraced her and finally found the words he needed. ‘I love you, too.’
She was as nervous and excited as he probably had been while holding that ring box this morning. Nerves had been eating away at her since she had purchased the gift, waking up at night wondering if she had selected the right one, or if she should have gone for the darker leather. She had wrapped and unwrapped his gift at least half a dozen times before finally hiding it in her desk and putting it out of her mind.
Hands twisted as she watched him carefully. She always tore into a gift, he was so particular. Finally, she stood as he moved to his desk, watching his fingers moved over the locks, down the handle until he turned her once more. He hadn’t said anything and his expression was almost void. Was he upset? Did he not like it? Had she stepped on his toes? Yet, as his arms came around her waist and he twirled her she excitedly let out a girlish giggle.
She beamed a smile and cupped his cheeks as she kissed him back. Once more on the ground she didn’t bother pulling away but strayed pressed against him. “I love you more Toshiro. I’m guessing you like it?” She teased, but also looking for the verbal approval that she had done well in selecting his gift.
"Promise me you’ll play more often as well?"
–– Wait a few years. If they had a few years. Tōshirō was definitely the pessimist in the relationship, although he preferred the term “realist”. For a long time he hadn’t considered they would be separated, but now his thoughts were triggered he couldn’t stop himself. A few years might never be between them. He remembered someone saying to steal his opportunities now, before it was too late.
The opportunity to propose to her may not ever come, as much as he really didn’t want to at present. What if she died, passed away, and he would look back and think why. Why didn’t he ask her when he had the opportunity? What was wrong with him? Tōshirō knew he was stepping on dangerous grounds here.
Stop thinking so much.
'No, I want to see it,' he said, desperate to change the subject. 'Most of the things you do are silly, Matsumoto – I'm quite used to it now,' he teased, running a hand through her hair. 'So, show me.'
"—Well, excuse me for being the fun one.” She offered in a teasing tone, waiting until his fingers had made their way through her locks before stepping back. She offered him a small wiggle of her hips before sticking out her tongue at him. Bounding over to her desk, she opened the bottom drawer and retrieved the gift box.
Returning to his side and placed the somewhat large box in his hands and smiled. It was delicately wrapped in white paper, red, pink and silver ribbons tied around it and curled. She smiled softly, easing herself onto the back of the couch. She had thought long and hard for a gift for him, knowing that he desired more practical gifts rather than simply fluff.
The idea had come to her while they had begun packing for their new house. Items that he may have wanted to keep hidden, personal, private objects had fallen into her hands but when she questioned him about them - he had actually begun to share the importance to her. One such object, was his violin. The case it stayed in was worn, broken, old - but the object inside was so well taken care of, in perfect condition. She had thus, on the trip to Real World, located a new one leather case and had it personalize with his initials engraved on it.
Smiling she rested her head against his shoulder and watched and waited while be opened his gift.
Cringing, Tōshirō felt the tips of his ears burning in embarrassment. Why didn’t it occur to him? If a man presents his woman a ring, it’s pretty damn obvious what he’s asking for. Tōshirō was smart – no, he was brilliant and had a lot of knowledge, but when it came to women, well, he didn’t know where to start.
And, of all the insane women out there, he fell for the craziest.
Worth it, though. Every second.
'Really?' He said, voice unusually high. 'How nice.' Was it? Really? The last thing on his mind was to get down on one knee, and ask for Rangiku’s hand in marriage. To be honest, Tōshirō couldn’t get his head around marriage in the first place. As far as he was concerned, marriage was the gateway to ending what was so special about their still blossoming relationship.
Hoping to God she wasn’t expecting him to propose anytime soon, Tōshirō wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly.
'Better luck next time, right?'
When it came to the whole “don’t get your hopes up” implications, Tōshirō was doing an awful job. By now, the redness from his ears had travelled to his cheeks, and he knew his blushing couldn’t be more obvious.
"—How about, we wait a few years before we even consider marriage.”
Yes, the idea of seeing a ring box in his hand had stirred up some hopeless romantic notion that he would get down on one knee, here and there, on Valentine’s Day no less and propose. Perhaps she had seen one too many romantic comedies and it was beginning to warp her brain. Honestly, when - more like if - Toshiro ever did propose he’d probably do it by writing out a formal report for her to sign. There wouldn’t be romance, or a large musical number.
Still, while she had never outwardly spoke to him about the idea of them getting married, she was far more level headed than he probably gave her credit for. Marriage was a big deal, marriage was absolute in her eyes, they didn’t need a wedding or a signed document to show that they loved one another and were committed. They already knew that - she already knew that. Still, she’d liked to have a wedding one day - one day.
Slowly, steel blue hues rose to look at him, smiling sweetly as she leaned in to kiss his cheek before gently resting her head on his shoulder. “I have a Valentine’s Day gift for you as well, sadly…I think it’s going to seem silly after this.”
–– Wide-eyed, Tōshirō was stunned by her response. I guess she likes it? Considering this was his first time, he had to admit he had done a pretty good job. It was hard to not smile at her. Nothing was more sweet than Rangiku getting excited over something so small. Grinning, he was about to remove the ring and slide it onto her finger, but she stopped him with a kiss.
Responding with equal enthusiasm, he started smiling again. Was Rangiku actually crying? Did getting a ring mean that much to her, or was it that he had given her the gift? Ah, what did it matter? All he cared about was whether she liked the present, and, clearly, she loved the ring. Pulling away from her kiss, he bumped his nose against hers affectionately, before dropping his gaze to the jewel.
Tōshirō carefully took the ring out of the box, and decided he would give her the option of which finger to put it on. Because, God, she had the option of nine and he hadn’t a clue. Passing the ring over, he kissed her cheek.
'You're welcome, my love.'
As he handed over the gift she took a moment to take a better look at it. Her cheeks were already beginning to hurt from smiling so much but she continued. Gently, she slipped the ring on her left ring finger - finding it a perfect fit. Tenderly, she cupped his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him once more.
She had never expected something so beautiful, so thoughtful from him today. The idea of jewelry had never even crossed her mind - but this ring, oh it meant so much to her. It represented everything they shared and everything they would face together in the future.
Drawing back, she couldn’t help but constantly gaze down at her new addition. She wasn’t much for jewelry, she’d only ever wear pieces that mattered and this ring certainly did matter.
"And here, for a second I thought you were going to propose."
She smiled and nodded, releasing him with ease as she held out her hand to him. “I have something for you as well, as long as you promise me one thing.” She offered, presenting him with a box of chocolates that had a little fox on it. “Don’t eat it all at once?”